Last night, my husband Tim and I attended the ACTRA Awards at the Carlu in Toronto. The evening was so beautiful, as always. Tim had photographed the Guest of Honor, Shirley Douglas, actress, activist, funny, smart and mother of Kiefer Sutherland.

After the speeches, Tim wanted to introduce me to Shirley Douglas and disappeared into the Skymark room while I disappeared into the washroom. Now, Tim is so easy to spot at any function. He is 6'3" and shaves his head.

I returned to the Skymark room and I sidled up to Tim. I surreptitiously slid my hand under his jacket and put my hand lovingly in the small of his back. I wanted to be subtle. We were standing with our backs against the wall so nobody could see my quiet, loving gesture.

I looked up at Tim as I could feel him looking down at me. It was not Tim. I squeaked, "OH! MY! GOD! I am SO SORRY! I thought you were my husband!". The tall, bald gentleman introduced himself as Carl. He said that he thought I was either hiding from someone, or deluded. My face felt burning hot. I was very embarrassed.

A little later on, I introduced my husband of 20 years to my husband of 20 minutes.

As we were leaving, Carl came up to Tim and I said that tonight was the most memorable evening he had ever had at the ACTRA Awards.

Is the moral of this story...Never cuddle with your espousal unit in public? Or, is it...Check the label to make sure I have the right husband.

I guess that's the advantage to having a husband at eye level! LOL! I have started talking to hubby and turned and realized he'd wandered off and I was sharing remodeling opinion to a stranger at Home Depot.

Oh dear. Oh dearie me. On the bright side, you probably did the guy's ego a world of good. However, to avoid it happening again, you should get some identifying mark tattooed on your hubby's conveniently-shaven head.

Dear Kammy:How would I be tall enough to see something on the top of Tim's head, since he is 6'3" tall and I am 5'6", and I would be carrying my very large, heavy award statuette for AwkwardMoments2013?

Tim thought it was very funny.

Actually, he did come home one day in 1994 and was exasperated.He said,"Lisa! Why didn't you TELL me about THIS?!!!!He doffed his baseball cap and bent over at the waist so I could see the top of his head. There was a child-like scrawl of a happy face on his head. In black permanent marker.

I told him I was too short to......"HEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY! You fell asleep while you were watching Madison (our then 21 month old).

I told him that Sharpie pen marks cannot be removed. He had that happy face on his head for almost a week. He wore a hat all the time. I laughed. I felt he got his payback for falling asleep around a toddler with a Sharpie.

He just found out that nail polish remover takes Sharpie off the face (Ummmm, he said he had the Sharpie cap in his mouth, and he tried to recap the pen while the cap was still in his mouth. He missed the cap).

I would like to thank the Academy & the Forum for this Awkward Moments Award. Why does my statuette have a tramp stamp above her buttocks that says "Miss Ronnie"?

I went swimming with hubby and had no lenses. Got very bad sight without them, but my hubby's dark haired, so I just kept close to him. Had been blattering for 5 minutes and asked him why he didn't answer me.... Needless to say, it wasn't my hubby, but some other darkhaired man....Mine stood beside the pool and almost wept of laughter....

Fesspainter, I did something similar at my wedding reception years ago. I thought my new hubby was standing beside me (his back was to me) and reached down and playfully patted his bottom and then grasped his hand, He looked around and I realized I had just gotten fresh with one of our neighbors (but with similar build) and was now holding hands with him, I was SO glad no one else had noticed and he sure had a shocked look on his face! Glad he and his wife have a good sense of humor. My hubby got quite a kick out of it too.

Oh that is too funny!! I have been on the receiving end of that particular situation. My best friend and I are both blondes with waist length hair, at her wedding rehearsal I was standing in the aisle talking to another bridesmaid when a person who I thought was my husband walked up behind me, put his arms around my waist and kissed the top of my head, I smiled, turned and looked deep into the eyes of the GROOM!! Who went "you're not Sarah!" to which everyone laughed, because I actually am named Sarah too - so was the bride. Believe me when I say that little accident made its way into almost every speech at the wedding the next day.

My husband was the recipient of one of those moments many years ago. We were at one of those party plan events. You know, like Tupperware, only with lingerie. One of my friends bounced up behind him, all excited and said "Honey, would you buy this for me?" waving a lacy bit of nothing in his face.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away I went on a European college trip soon after I got engaged.Sweet fiance gave me a card before I left which made me cry. With tear blurred eyes, I reached for his hand, only to find that he had moved to my other side and I was holding a fellow traveler's boyfriend's hand. She was not amused.

Then, during intermission in a London theater, I stood to let someone past. Being terrified of heights, and since I was on the front row of the balcony, I reached behind me and grasped the back of my seat for reassurance. It was not my seat, however, but the knee of one of the male professors who was chaperoning the trip. His wife was not amused, either.Some women need to get over themselves.

Come to think of it, both of these events took place when I was a hot young, THIN, busty thing. Maybe that was the problem.

Well, my sweet hubby says I'm still hot. And many people tell me I look half my age, which is hilarious, given the age progression photo I posted to FB last night, but, due to a certain surgery in 2001, I'm no longer the "busty thing" I once was.Thin is relative. I'm smaller than, say, a house. hehe!